The wolves here are not playful. Their claws and teeth will greet you with hunger.

The path led away from the crossroads, although no board labeled its destination. Shrubs had started to grow over it as it lay forgotten.

In the dark forest, there are no neon lights. The only cheer comes from the campfire that we hope is bright enough to keep the wolves away.

Limpid waters hide treasure and more. Serene though they may be.

The looming walls of marble greeted me in the palace of Vizima as flying buttresses dropped in textured waterfalls.

A fleeting glance, a glimpse of light, and then the clouds shift and the moment is gone.

Dawn in the village is a quiet moment of reflection before the day begins.

From across the lake, the fortress looms, overshadowed by the gathering storm.

Peasants have few possessions but the ones they have hold a rustic charm.

Another day dawns and I find myself out amongst the fisherfolk on the shore of the lake.